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'safe' in Georgetown, on the coast of Guyana. The mirror shows a brown, thin Orrin with a few red insect bites but a big meal of chicken & Roti is going to atone, nicely, for nine days of dry kasava bread & corned beef. Got way way up into the hills but the heat was intense. One member of our team fainted from heatstroke on the first day, my boots fell apart as the glue holding the sole & upper together melted & another member of our party looks like a smallpox victim from his thousand-plus insect bites. Failed to find a record-breaking anaconda but saw some immense snake tracks, killed & ate a caiman, sat under a magic rock with an Amerindian medicine man, discovered urns filled with human skulls in a mountain cave, filmed a wild giant anteater running straight at me with a baby on its back & got my hands nuzzled by a giant otter. Dreamed like a son-of-a-bitch. In need of a) a good square meal & b) some friendly company. Back in London, Wednesday morning. xX